Reigning Supreme in Every Reality

The sorcerers hesitated.

If they were to challenge him one by one, they would undoubtedly be eager, some even itching to give it a try.

But to face him all at once...

Honestly, even though this newly appointed Sorcerer Supreme was Superman, renowned for his terrifying strength, they felt skeptical. Without using his physical power, they thought, a coordinated effort where each of them used a Crimson Band of Cyttorak would be enough to end the fight instantly.

This was the reason for their hesitation.

It wasn't that they underestimated Lyon's magical prowess but rather that they didn't want to make their new Sorcerer Supreme lose face in his very first challenge.

"What's the matter? You're not going to make a move?"

Lyon said, clearly reading the doubts in their expressions.

The whole point of this Sorcerer Supreme challenge, he thought, was to eliminate such doubts completely.

"Then I'll start!"

With a snap of his fingers, Lyon activated the Mirror Dimension, its silent expansion enveloping the entirety of Kamar-Taj.

"Be careful!" 

With a twist of his hand, Lyon manipulated the surface of the Mirror Dimension. The training grounds stretched rapidly, its diameter expanding to a full kilometer. 

The stone floor beneath their feet surged like ocean waves in a storm, each wave towering four or five meters high. 

The relentless waves crashed forward, carrying an overwhelming sense of pressure toward the gathered sorcerers, as if the heavens themselves were collapsing.

Some of the slower-reacting or less-skilled sorcerers were immediately overwhelmed, buried beneath the rolling "waves" of the ground. Only their heads were left sticking out, their wide, bewildered eyes making them resemble uprooted radishes.

These sorcerers formed the first group to be defeated, accounting for nearly 30% of all participants.

The remaining sorcerers quickly sprang into action, employing various spells and techniques to counter Lyon's formidable manipulation of the dimension.

Some sorcerers swung gracefully through the air by anchoring Scarlet Chains to the walls, while others rode the Winds of Watoomb to leap lightly across the battlefield.

As they landed back onto solid ground, their eyes fell on the "radishes" still stuck in the floor, serving as a cautionary tale. The sorcerers' initial hesitations vanished entirely.

The new Supreme Sorcerer had not only created such an expansive Mirror Dimension in an instant but also demonstrated precise control over its internal environment. This display far surpassed the capabilities of an average sorcerer.

The sorcerers' expressions turned serious as they began to cast spells with earnest effort. They spread out across the training grounds, gradually encircling Lyon.

Among them, a certain librarian named Wong discreetly traced a circle with his right hand, preparing to open a portal near Lyon's feet to trip him up.

Meanwhile, Mordo gripped the Sacred Sword of Vishanti in both hands, crouching low like a panther ready to pounce on its prey.

Faced with the gathered and determined sorcerers, Lyon remained composed. With his left hand tucked behind his back and his right hand forming a mudra, he simply stood still, waiting calmly for their next move.

At that moment, Lyon's stance and demeanor mirrored the calm and composed aura of the Ancient One while casting a spell, causing the surrounding sorcerers to momentarily hold their breath.

Even their breathing became cautious as they moved in a deliberate, synchronized pattern around Lyon. Some chanted incantations under their breath while others gestured with hand seals, resembling a group preparing to offer Lyon as a sacrifice to some arcane deity.

"Ehm—"

The scene was tense, teetering on the edge of action, until Lyon cleared his throat—a subtle sound that felt like a signal, akin to the dropping of a cup at a banquet marking the start of an ambush.

"Haah!"

Immediately, the dozens of "executioners" sprang into action, unleashing their carefully prepared moves all at once!

Numerous portals materialized around Lyon simultaneously, cutting off all possible escape routes from every direction.

Nearly a hundred Scarlet Bands of Cyttorak whipped toward him, targeting every corner of his body with unerring precision.

Following closely behind were dozens of Holy Swords of Vishanti, accompanied by over a hundred more basic magical constructs shaped into weapons.

Some even attempted to wrest control of the Mirror Dimension from Lyon, though their efforts were in vain—the domain's authority remained firmly in his grasp.

"This is more like it."

Lyon made a single hand seal, instantly conjuring several Shields of Seraphim that enveloped him from all angles with no blind spots.

At the same time, the Mirror Dimension began to shift. Dozens of elongated earth pillars burst from the ground at various angles, weaving through the gaps between the portals and lifting Lyon into the air. The coordinated assault of the portals failed as they were displaced.

Simultaneously, the vast floor of the training ground split into two. One half flipped skyward, creating a towering barrier, while the other plummeted downward, forming a massive chasm.

Lyon remained suspended above, balanced effortlessly on the earthen pillars. However, the sorcerers, many wielding magical weapons, staggered at the sudden upheaval. Nearly half of them lost their footing and tumbled into the newly formed abyss.

The dozens of Scarlet Bands of Cyttorak, which had surged toward Lyon moments earlier, were all absorbed and neutralized by the Shields of Seraphim.

It seemed the battle had barely begun, and yet the sorcerers were already on the brink of defeat.

One of the fallen, Wong, clung to a jagged rock at the edge of the chasm, teeth gritted in determination. His ring-bearing hand began to trace circles again, maneuvering the portal beneath Lyon in a desperate attempt to displace him.

Meanwhile, Mordo swung himself to safety by using a magical chain to latch onto a large block of stone.

With the floor now rotated, the north-facing walls of the nearby buildings had become their new ground, while the south sides pointed toward the chasm.

The remaining sorcerers, seeing Mordo's quick thinking, imitated his actions, leaping toward the northern walls of the flipped buildings for stable footing.

Simultaneously, dozens of portals opened, returning the previously displaced sorcerers back onto another section of the battleground.

On the other side, Lyon leapt off the earthen pillar, narrowly evading Wong's teleportation trap, and directed a nearby building to extend outward and catch him. Despite the chaos, Lyon remained calm and composed, using only magic throughout the fight, never relying on his superhuman physical strength.

"My turn!" Lyon announced, his hair still immaculate. With a single hand seal, he summoned the Holy Sword of Vishanti—or as it might now be called, Lyon's Holy Sword, given that it drew directly from his own genetic energy.

Lyon launched the golden energy sword toward the gathered sorcerers. Without pause, he seamlessly transitioned into casting The Form of Ikonn, a spell primarily used to create duplicates.

However, Lyon's version of the spell didn't just produce clones—it replicated the Holy Sword of Vishanti itself.

As the original sword flew through the air, it multiplied again and again, filling the sky with thousands of glowing energy blades. They descended like a torrential rain toward the sorcerers.

Mordo's eyes widened in shock. "Quick! Use combined defensive magic! Construct an energy shield!"

Hundreds of sorcerers responded, raising Shields of Seraphim. The individual shields merged into a massive, unified protective barrier, glowing with the combined power of dimensional energy.

The golden swords struck the shield one after another, causing ripples and vibrations to spread across its surface. With each impact, a soft, resounding hum echoed before the blades dissipated.

"Those who can use Bolts of Balthakk, follow me for a combined attack!" Mordo commanded, taking the lead once more.

"Master Mordo, isn't that move a bit excessive?" Wong shouted, still clinging to a large piece of rubble.

"It's not excessive now!" Mordo retorted, summoning golden lightning. "Everyone, attack together!"

As the Ancient One's trusted lieutenant, Mordo's authority was naturally convincing. The gathered sorcerers heeded his command, combining their efforts to unleash a powerful attack.

Dozens of golden lightning bolts converged, forming an intricate web of electricity that leaped between the buildings.

This spell, capable of bouncing across surfaces, grew stronger with each jump, amplifying its destructive potential.

It was one of the most powerful offensive spells in Kamar-Taj's arsenal, and only a select few sorcerers could cast it effectively in battle.

The dense network of golden electricity surged forward like a swarm of bees, accompanied by the crackling roar of thunder. The sound was deafening, the light blinding.

Faced with the combined attack, Lyon didn't retreat. Instead, he advanced.

He didn't rely on his physical strength to resist but instead faced the oncoming lightning while forming a hand seal, summoning a golden shield of light!

This spell—(Hoggoth's Form)—was a powerful defensive technique.

The golden Bolts of Balthakk, having bounced multiple times and transformed into an orange hue, surged toward him. By this point, the magical attack was powerful enough that even Thanos would have had to evade it.

But in the instant the massive two- to three-meter-wide lightning flow collided with the golden shield, something unexpected happened.

The roaring lightning stream and the shimmering shield didn't clash in destruction. Instead, with a deafening sound, they dissolved into thousands—no, millions—of emerald-green butterflies, fluttering through the air like jewels.

This was the power of Hoggoth's Form—to neutralize and unravel any enemy attack, especially those based on pure energy.

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